Pregnant And Rejected: The Alpha's Cruel Choice

I gave up a prestigious scholarship to Zurich to become the architect of the Obsidian Pack, believing Alpha Emilio was my Fated Mate. I spent four years building his walls, his training grounds, and his legacy, waiting for the Mark that never came.

On the night I planned to tell him I was pregnant with his heir, he stood on the dais and publicly gave my custom-designed Luna bracelet to his mistress's son.

Desperate and heartbroken, I stepped forward to reveal the truth about our baby. Emilio didn't offer comfort. Instead, he used the Alpha Command.

"Sit down, Elana."

The force of his voice was a physical blow. It threw me off the stage and slammed me onto the stone floor. The impact didn't just break my body; it severed the life of our unborn pup.

As I lay bleeding out, Emilio didn't look at me with regret. He shielded his mistress, Hayden, from the sight of my pain.

"Get her out of here," he told the guards coldly. "If she dies as a Rogue in the woods, it’s just nature."

He thought he was discarding a broken tool. He thought I would die in the river.

He didn't know that I would wash up on the shores of the Silver Alps.

He didn't know that their Alpha, the most powerful wolf in Europe, had been admiring my designs—and me—from afar for years.

Three months later, I returned to the Obsidian Pack.

I didn't come back to build his walls. I came back to tear them down.

Chapter 1

Elana POV

The scent of graphite and aged parchment usually served as my sanctuary, grounding me in lines and logic. But tonight, the air in the drafting room reeked of anxiety—acrid and sharp.

My fingers were stained a smudge of charcoal gray as I smoothed out the final blueprint for the Obsidian Pack’s new northern defense wall.

It was a masterpiece of engineering, if I did say so myself. Hidden ballistae, reinforced concrete facings textured to mimic natural granite, and escape tunnels calibrated narrowly enough that only a wolf in human form could slip through.

"It’s brilliant, Elana," Ayla whispered, leaning over the drafting table. As the Pack’s Beta female, her approval carried weight, but as my only real friend, her concern carried more. "Truly. The Council will have to acknowledge you this time."

"I don't need the Council," I murmured, my eyes darting to the heavy oak doors of the meeting hall. "I just need him."

The doors swung open.

Alpha Emilio strode out, and his presence hit the room like a physical shockwave—a wall of heat and dominance. He smelled of rain-soaked earth and ozone—a scent that used to make my inner wolf purr with instinctive contentment. Now, it just made her pace in jagged, nervous circles.

He walked past the table, his gaze sliding over the intricate drawings that had cost me three weeks of sleepless nights without truly seeing them.

"Emilio," I started, my voice trembling slightly.